When it comes to employment versus my boo, there's really no comparison and boo always trumps everything. I seriously didn't know what I was thinking when I was contemplating a long-distance relationship (as stated in my last musical post)! Now that my job search has narrowed down to Melbourne, the time spent daily on job sites have dropped significantly and this jives well with my busy schedule now that I've returned to working full-time in the Melbourne office. But how long will this last? That's the 64-million dollar question fuelling my urge to get another more stable job. There are also rumours floating around that there will soon be a massive pay cut of 30 - 40% in my current company. How can anyone remaining in it not start to look elsewhere in the face of ever-increasing cost of living? I guess I just have to continue embracing this instability with no end to this in sight.
Many see Paris as the uber-romantic place and yearn to be there with someone they’re in love with. There must however be thousands of heartbroken people walking the city streets alone every night and I feel that there should be a song representing them. The contrast between their extreme desolation and Paris being the city of romance makes good song-writing fodder. In the song I’m sharing today, the protagonist drags his heavy feet along the maze-like Paris alleys at night and ends up at the Eiffel Tower. Too tired and drained to carry on, he spends the night under the cold metallic giant as he cries himself to sleep.
Cliché it might be but aren’t pop songs supposed to be? This is also one of the pieces written back when I started my song-writing journey so you have to pardon its amateurish aspects. Other than that, do give it a listen while sparing a thought for the lonely hearts out there in your city tonight.
词 / 曲 : 锦泉
[One Night in Paris]
Here I am alone in a distant land
Experiencing the city of romance that has never been this cold
Sleeping by myself under the Tower
Left only with tears to warm the frigid isolation
Dragging my heavy feet alone
I see this city of romance from another perspective
Crying by myself under the Tower
Letting out a quiet echo, the only thing who knows my pain
Look at this lonely city of romance
The pitiful moon tonight fails to light the darkest recesses of my heart
Look at my future, so blurry and directionless
Even Mona Lisa is weeping